[From the Cambridge Review.]
Think of the portrait that Rembrandt painted of his mother hanging in
the living-room of his parents' simple home.
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Our blithesome contemporary, F. P. A., is not disturbed by the steel
strike, as he uses a gold pen; and for a like reason _our_ withers are
unwrung. Eugene Field of fragrant memory used a steel pen. A friend of
ours was speaking of having dropped in on the poet just as he was
fitting a new pen to the holder. "You can't write anything new," said
Field, "unless you have a new pen."
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